I was extremely excited for running in Peru, imagining long sunrises by the river and sunsets in the forest. (Although after Israel, any run that doesn´t involve carrying two large rocks in preparation for encountering wild dogs and packs of stone-wielding Bedouin children sounds dreamy at this point. Really any run that doesn´t involove desert would be super).
Unfortunately, we´re such a novelty here that even a casual walk down the street attracts a small army of children and a radio announcement. My friend doesn´t let it stop her, but I just feel too self conscious and obvious to enjoy the run.
As a substitute I´ve started leading yoga classes in the prenatal education room at the clinic. It started out with just the five of us, but has now expanded to include several nurses, secretaries, and technicians (who often come straight in from work in their white lab coats, lacy bras, 15 bracelets, and painted-on jeans and do a remarkable job of keeping up despite my Spanish and despite the fact that they´ve never even heard of yoga.)
The room is dusty, is tucked in between two hospital rooms, hovers around 90 degrees, and is filled with dying cockroaches as well as a giant poster of a uterus. Somehow it´s perfect.
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